In Plain Sight
Struggles everywhere
this life is a puzzle
Breathing but never achieving
fiending and always scheming
holding back a lot of emotion
not really a free right
although I squeeze this pen tight
I grip what I feel even tighter
dont write what I feel
and still keep it real
and although I have the right
to write
I dont feel its always right
repititon in the words
with all diffrent meanings
dont read between the lines
just re-read what you're reading
This poem is about:
Me
Our world